Musicus Haltus
The past few days have been intensely gratifying. At hindsight, this is the life I wanted. It's a wonder how I managed to recuperate so quickly after the emotional breakdown that saw my ability to reason and to maintain composure crumbling like sand castle upon a weak nudge. I guess sometimes you do need to make the S.O.S call after all. If it is at 1 am so be it. You just got to do it or a certain madness will get the better of you.I have gone plateau. I'm tired of feeling. There are times when I feel like getting myself drunk simply to vent my true feelings because I don't know what they are anymore. As a matter of fact, now I'm not even sure if I had ever known them.
But yes, the week after has been good. Drowned with work and a bit of socialising afterwards. Found out that a friend is actually worried about her singlehood (!!) and she of all people, the most secured positive individual I've ever met on the planet whereas I, have gone plateau despite my permanent fancy for a couple of lads running concurrently. At this age, can anyone blame me for my horniness? I don't think so. It's high time. I read somewhere that the pleasure of sex will reach its climax between the ages of 18 and 25. And I'm over the range by a few months and so it's a case of goodbye and goodnight for me. Big deal.
Saw a repetition of the orchestra and decided that the majority of young Malaysian parents are boring people. When you are at a concert and the presenter tells you to stand up and dance to 'Under the Sea', you stand up and dance, not stand up and clap. I would someday like to take my younglings (if any) to the orchestra to stimulate their brains with music; strings, brass, percussions and the works. And we'll dance, definitely. And that would be alongside my Islamic exposure initiatives. It's a challenge to bring up kids in these morally trying times and achieving the right balance would be tough. I fret for my nieces and nephews. I must ensure that my descendents have the values and senses of the righteous because equipped with those, one won't really need a lot of reprimanding to toe the line. One will do it because it is the right thing to do. There are rules that can be broken (e.g. stupid boarding school rules) but not the rest.
My sister has discovered the stalker I am. I googled Mr. X and found him. Now I know his address (parents' I think), where and what he graduated in, his alma matter and the most paramount .. that he was single... 5 years ago... LOL! I say his chances of staying single up to this point is 50/50. Stalking is fun you know so long as your victim is clueless.
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